Chapter 241: Revenge

Not long after, the khalasar finally reached their destination.

"Os!" The Dothraki spoke in their obscure language. The leading Khal dismounted and handed his reins to his bloodrider. Another bloodrider, missing several teeth, grinned at the unfortunate captive who had been tied behind a horse and had run all the way, his once fine clothes now torn to shreds.

He pulled out a stone knife from his bosom and cut the hemp rope tied around the captive's wrist. In the holy city of the Dothraki, it was forbidden to carry knives and bloodshed was strictly prohibited. Therefore, the Dothraki, who would readily draw their blades and fight at the slightest disagreement on the Dothraki Sea, would become much more restrained upon entering Vaes Dothrak.

The Dothraki were extremely superstitious, and thus they devoutly observed the rules of the holy city. After reaching their destination, all the tribesmen who followed the Khal into the holy city busied themselves with their own tasks. Some led away the horses, while others were transporting the goods they had brought.

Their destination was the grass-woven mansion that looked like a castle in front of them. It was supported by sturdy wooden beams and was huge and open. Almost every Khal in the holy city of Vaes Dothrak had such a wooden hall, and this was where their Khal Jhaqo lived.

"Hey!" The Dothraki's obscure language kept ringing in his ears. This unfortunate captive was once a member of the ruling family of Pentos. His elderly father, the Magister of Pentos, and his elder brother were burned to death by Viserys's dragon fire. He had sensed something was wrong at the very beginning of the bloody night.

He had led his family and a portion of their wealth out of Pentos under the protection of his guards. They were one of the ruling families who had managed to escape the bloody night's purge. A few days after escaping Pentos, the younger son finally heard news about his father. His father had been cruelly burned to death by the tyrant's dragon fire, and all the ruling families who hadn't reacted in time were brutally retaliated against by the Beggar Prince. They were all killed, regardless of age or gender, and all their wealth was plundered.

Knowing that he could never return to his hometown, the young son immediately made a vow facing the sea, just like the Beggar Prince had once done. He swore to avenge his family and retake Pentos. However, revenge was easier said than done. It required soldiers, and seeking help from other trading city-states was not realistic. He then thought of his father's good relations with several Dothraki khals.

In the past, the weak Pentos often offered tributes to the Dothraki who were out raiding, in exchange for their protection. But now, the peace-loving and benevolent Pentos had been attacked by evil men, who had even joined forces with the mob to plunder the legally obtained wealth of the Magisters.

Every time he thought of this, the young Magister's teeth would itch with hatred. So, he thought of seeking help from the Dothraki, and then set off with his family and guards to the Dothraki Sea. But fate was cruel. As soon as they arrived at the Dothraki Sea, they fell into a trap and were attacked by a khalasar.

The attackers killed all the members of the family without discrimination, plundered their wealth, and only let him go. However, there was still hope. After wandering on the Dothraki Sea for a few more days,

Banny, the unfortunate son of the Pentos Magister, encountered another tribe that had a conflict with the khalasar that had attacked them not long ago. After hearing his story, they took him in. A fierce battle broke out between the two khalasars, and Banny was lucky. The khalasar he was with won the war and regained his wealth. Unfortunately, the wealth was not returned to him but was taken by the new Khal.

Then this khalasar took him and set off for Vaes Dothrak, frequently contacting outsiders, for reasons unknown. As the youngest son of the old Magister of Pentos, the now over-thirty Banny was in a daze. He had lost the motivation for revenge and now only wanted to survive and leave the Dothraki Sea. Unfortunately, the Dothraki didn't seem to have any plans to let him go. Banny stood there in a daze.

"Hey!" The tall Jhaqo, standing in front of the wooden hall, pointed at him, then turned and walked into the hall. Banny was pushed in by two Dothraki.

The hall, built by slaves, was grand. The walls were made of wood, and the roof was made of thick grass and mud. The hall was round, like a giant tent, with a huge fire burning in the center and torches tied to the edges of the pillars.

The hall was filled with the noisy voices of the Dothraki, most of whom were sitting on the ground, talking about something. Jhaqo, the Khal, sat casually on the throne in the center, his slightly dark skin, strong body, and deep-set eyes scanning all the tribesmen present.

In fact, Jhaqo had a history with Viserys. He was the leader of a khas that had fled first when Khal Drogo was defeated by Viserys. Jhaqo had merged with two other khases, declared himself a Khal, and appointed his own bloodrider, Mago.

He had once claimed to all the fleeing Dothraki that Viserys had defeated the great horse warrior using despicable blood magic. He had burned Khal Drogo with fire. Now, Drogo's soul had become the brightest star in the sky, and Jhaqo swore that he would avenge Drogo and kill Viserys in the future.

Then... the bleeding star fell from the sky.

At that time, Jhaqo had successfully gathered many of the scattered remnants of Drogo's khalasar using this method, and since then, he had never mentioned this matter again.

Through the years of annexation on the Dothraki Sea, Jhaqo had grown into a Khal with tens of thousands of riders, while Viserys's power had expanded even more terrifyingly, and he was said to have three dragons.

However, not long ago, when Jhaqo captured Banny and heard from him that Pentos had fallen, his heart stirred again. He suddenly had a bold idea. So, he sent out a message, summoning many powerful Khals to the holy city, claiming that there was a very important matter to discuss.

At the same time, there was a force behind him that was fanning the flames, helping him accomplish this task. Therefore, in these days, large khalasars arrived in Vaes Dothrak, scaring the smaller khalasars in the vicinity into fleeing. Many Khals gathered in the holy city.